“Awesome! Like, Krista, thank you so much. I…” she started, but Krista spoke quickly cutting her off.
“But, you can’t leave now,” she said, and Callista thought of her mother and felt a familiar, bitter feeling, “You have to stay for the rest of the hour. And I think, since I am being so friendly and you wanted to make a deal, that you owe me.”
“What?”
“You just have to accept that you owe me, you have to do what I want for this extra hour I am giving you. That’s what you get in exchange for a free half hour and an hour of not doing work.”
“Oh come on Krista, you said yourself that it just makes sense, why should I have to do anything for you?” Callista whined.
“Okay, so open your book to…” Krista started, arching her eyebrows and looking at Callista. Callista sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Fine, I owe you…” she said unconvincingly, “but just for the hour!” she said, as though she were holding something back and not conceding the entire issue to Krista. Krista gave Callista an almost sinister smile and then sat back in her seat for a while. The intense silence of the library was strange. Krista was just staring at her, not saying anything. At last she asked the ultimate question, “Well what did you want?”
“Well, how about this, I will ask you questions, and you answer honestly,” Krista said.
“Questions? Like what? Not math right?” Callista said and Krista laughed.
“That would be reneging on our agreement wouldn’t it? No, I just want to ask you about your life if you don’t mind, unless you want to go back to math…”
“No!” Callista said quickly, “But… why do you want to ask me questions about my life? I mean, I am just a client for you, what difference does it make?” For a moment, Krista looked away, and bit her lip. Callista sensed that there was something Krista wasn’t telling her.
“Okay, so I was going to make you do the work today anyway, even without Megan. Then I remembered this project I have to do for business school. We are supposed to be making a business plan for a company. The company I got assigned is a store that sells clothing and cheap jewelry to teen girls. I don’t really have any sort of idea about how I’d do marketing for that. But you are a teen girl, I think that maybe I could ask you some questions, and get some ideas,” Krista explained. Krista realized she’d been had! Krista didn’t want to do any work today either! She was like, just looking for someone to help her do her homework. And now, she’d maneuvered Callista into a corner so that she was asking to help Krista. Krista made it look like she was doing Callista a favor to do her homework.
“Alright Tom Sawyer, I guess I can help you out,” Callista said bitterly. Krista gave her a little smile, like she appreciated the fact that Callista was smart enough to figure out what was going on.
“Well, let’s get started,” Krista said, reaching into her bag and taking out a different notebook, “First, are you dating someone and if so, for how long?”
“Yeah, 8 months,” Callista explained.
“Is that your longest relationship ever?” Krista asked. Callista didn’t know what this had to do with clothes or cheap jewelry, but she figured there was no harm.
“Yeah, the only other long relationship I had was in lasted 6 months.”
“Were both relationships with boys? Or was one or both with a girl?” Krista asked very matter-of-factly. Callista was taken aback. Both her relationships were with boys, she had absolutely no feelings towards girls. But it still didn’t feel right for Krista to be asking this. Callista squirmed a little, but Krista stared at her impassively. For a moment, Krista’s eyes glossed over the math book. Callista spoke up quickly, resolving that she would answer any silly little questions to make sure she didn’t have to worry about that threat again.
“Yes, both were with boys,” she murmured. Krista behaved like it was a normal question, moving on impassively to the next questions.
“Are you a virgin?”
“Krista!” Callista said, her eyes getting wide, “That is like, totally not any of your business.” Krista sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Callista, I know these questions feel strange. But sex sells, I am going to need to know about this, figure out what sort of… experiences girls in your generation have had. So I can sell jewelry. Your name will not be included in the report. It is totally anonymous,” Krista spoke like all of this stuff was self-evident and she shouldn’t have to say it. Callista didn’t think a generalization like that could be made, but she figured if it was anonymous, then there was no difference.
“No.”
“How many partners?” Krista asked and Callista winced.
“Just one,” Callista said, her voice catching in her throat. She was different than most girls, she hadn’t even told her friends that she’d had sex. She was always afraid it would get back to her mother. Only the fact that she could get Krista fired for skipping the lesson allowed her the confidence to say it.
“What positions?” Krista said, her eyes didn’t even come up from her notebook.
“Krista!” Callista said, “What could you possibly need to know about… sex positions that could help you sell a necklace?”
“Are you the MBA student or am I? Answer the questions,” Krista said disinterestedly. Callista realized she’d reneged on her promise to herself to just answer the questions, so she sucked it up and just answered it.
“Missionary and… doggy style,” she said, almost dying. Krista smirked a little and Callista knew that her tutor was picturing her on her hands and knees, her tits swinging underneath her body like pendulums, moaning while a cock was shoved into her pussy. Callista looked down at her book, not wanting to make eye contact with Krista. Her mother had instilled a healthy sense of shame in sex, and while she resented it, she still had it.
“Which was better?”